must have been fifteen years now we started collecting
right after the first funeral
(sorry if you thought this would be less morbid)
peace lilies, of course
also some other greenery, a few ivies
they have names
each one that of a family member
we just fell into it really – Bob needs watered, honey
that sort of thing
(not using real names here, they’re too special)
but you get the picture,
now it just seems strange had we not
I mean, it’s how we remember now
a watering, or repotting, feeding, clipping away brown leaves
the care we take now mimics
the love we had then, and still do
almost the perfect
inheritance